She tested 4 composting systems, which is cool. They're really different approaches to the composting "challenge," which is also cool. She describes them in fair detail, including their price, convenience, general plan or approach, and ... um ... color and style and finish.
And did not describe WHETHER THEY FREAKING MAKE COMPOST OR NOT.
Maybe the reason she forgot is because her whole original reason for composting is guilt. Yeah. Her kids made her do it. Okay and there's also some later glee that instead of just emptying out Monday's uneaten sack lunch bits into the trash, they actually go to making compost.
But basically? I think I can answer the question she asks but cannot answer, of what would get people to compost more willingly. It's this: WHEN YOU LOVE AND WANT AND NEED AND USE COMPOST - and it's free - YOU'RE HAPPY TO MAKE IT.
i mean - free planet repair, people! Free soil for the best veggies you can ever grow. Free participation in the amazing feeling that you know how to turn food off your plate into food for the microbes into food for the plants into food on your plate. Wow. Making the circle go round. And round. To compost is to have your own personal perpetual motion machine. Who says life can't be divine?
The Reluctant Composter
WHEN my oldest son returned from a first-grade field trip last year insisting that our family start composting, my heart did not exactly soar. After six years of changing diapers, I wasn’t looking to take on additional waste-management responsibilities. I switched the subject, and our melon rinds and abandoned cheese sticks continued their steady march into the trash.
Then my middle son started kindergarten. On the second day, he, too, arrived home to proclaim the need to compost, explaining that it was good for the earth.
“The bugs eat the compost,” he noted, “then they poop it out and it makes better soil.”
This got me thinking about how much of the school curriculum is devoted to composting, and whether it was a ruse for legitimizing bathroom talk. But it also focused my attention on the obscene amount of barely touched food my family sends to landfills.
When your children repeatedly beg you to compost, your options are limited. After all, “No, because Mommy and Daddy don’t care about preserving the Earth for you, your children and your children’s children,” is not the message most parents are trying to send.
The time to compost had come.( Read more... )
(The NYT article has photos of each composting system described)